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Back Office Back

I have a little office here – the shedacross the deck – for bike and my PC,to keep my files distant from my bedand loveseat, where I rest and watch TV.A while back, consenting it could berepository for the tools … Continue reading

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A Rose Arose

A week ago this blossom greeted me,when I glanced west and set the coffee potto brew my morning drink electrically.Thus urged, I turned to see what I could spoton trellis and beneath the leafing treethat soon will fruit. As usual, … Continue reading

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Almost Finished

Proceeding for these many weeks, at lastI see the indications he’ll completea project that expanded to a vastdisruption of my window light, my sweetand solitary habits. Never fast,but honest and reliable and neat,he’ll soon apply the thresholds and the stain,and … Continue reading

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From the Gate

The April morning sunshine lights the leavesabove expanding ferns a soft chartreuse,while someone taking in the sight receivesa serenade of bees just shaken loosefrom winter somnolence, and all refusefrom die-back’s covered now in vernal green.The garden gives the witness scant … Continue reading

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Path Lamps

Presented to me several months ago,I didn’t think I needed them, and yet,fraternal acts protecting me are soadorable I stored without regretthe box, and last week other brother setthem up along the path that fronts my gate.Malfunction two days later … Continue reading

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Cold Stew

My house is cold. A door cannot be closedthat’s been removed today to be restained.There’s sun but it is colder than supposed.My comfort can’t be suitably sustainedunless I sit by fireside, red-nosedand ruddy-cheeked, my temperature maintainedbut not my temper. I’m … Continue reading

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Malodorous

The stink of magic waterproofing struckmy nose as soon as I walked in the door.The dark and rain outside meant I was stuckin ambience unpleasant. To restorethe wall of window doors I’d have to buckdiscomfort, I concluded, but the curewas … Continue reading

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3 PM

At least it’s 3. There won’t be too much more,but right now I’ve got sound insanityas 2 nice fellows work to sand each door.At least it’s 3. They’re both precise and skilled, and I can seetheir workmanship is capable for … Continue reading

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Defect Fix

A shot of how it looked a week beforethis publication, as I wrote these lines,shows detail of the damage to the doorI open least. For years I’ve seen the signsof oak attacked by stormy water’s pour,resisting caulk repair and tape … Continue reading

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Construction Triolet

I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.I had to ask for it; I knew I should.Although I always love to live alone,I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.Disrupted daily, trying not to groan,the work that’s being done is looking good.I’m … Continue reading

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